Literary Note: The following, in case thou art unaware of the various types of sonnet rhyme schemes, is a Shakespearian sonnet, which rhymes a-b-a-b-c-d-c-d-e-f-e-f-g-g, which is to say that the first line rhymes with the third, the second with the fourth, and so on. Other types of sonnets, then, follow different schemes, as the Petrarchan or Italian, which made use of the many rhymes in the Italian language, and which is divided into two stanzas, an octet and a sestet, and rhymes a-b-b-a-a-b-b-a and c-d-e-c-d-e; and the Spenserian, which is not commonly seen, which rhymes a-b-a-b-b-c-b-c-c-d-c-d-e-e. If thou did'st already know that, thou should'st have skipped over this note.
Sometimes, happily, I think about some cheese,
The wonderful stuff that I like to eat,
And I think that it would greatly please
Me to go, get up on my feet,
Go to the wonderful cheese-shoppe where
The people are quite friendly and know me by name
And the delicious odour of cheese fills the air.
No two bits of cheese are quite the same
So I have to buy a little of each kind,
Try them with all sorts of different foods,
And maybe someday I will finally find
That certain special kind of cheese that's good
For every use that I can come up with,
The cheese that until then will be a myth.